Testo Two

We've scorched this room a million times. But somehow we forgot to tend the flames, and maybe we burned it down. Our blood ran cold and the fire died. We flooded ourselves on the inside, and now it's too bad we can only look back at a feeling forgotten. The eulogy read: scalding tears have been shed, and we buried it six feet into the ground. But can you hear the muffled kicking and screaming? It's time for an explosive re-birth. Whose fire still burns? We can radiate the glow of our passion. We can scorch this place again. The eulogy read: scalding tears have been shed, and we dug six feet down.